Chapter II - Struggle in the red sand (Monthly tale - 29) X

(Woman into platypus)*

Chapter I: https://www.patreon.com/posts/chapter-i-to-28-40723279

Chapter II: You are here

Chapter III:  https://www.patreon.com/posts/chapter-iii-wish-43291238

Outside it was already dark, but Sidney was still quite awake.

The hotel room was well lit, the shower was making noises, there were two beds and Regina Wales was sitting half-naked on one of them.

She was wearing only a pair of panties, a towel around her shoulders covered her breasts and the bandage on one of her shoulders. Regina leaned forward so she could reach across her well toned body to fondle her entire leg with her hand.

Fingers slid across the skin as she stretched the long limb, her muscles were still somewhat cramped even after the warm shower. There had been a lot of action at midday, a lot of running and shooting... a lot of...

Regina’s hand stopped at her knee...

Just like when she was in the shower, her mind replayed that scene.

The scene of body horror, of beastly lewdness... and metamorphosis...

Baroness Sauer, one of her sworn rivals, a proud mature woman who exuded martial dignity... naked on all fours with a massive tail on her rear...

A kangaroo tail...

Because that’s what had happened to the baroness and three of her underlings, they had all become kangaroos in front of her eyes.

Saur’s voice stretched into a howling sound which still reverberated in Regina’s ears.

“MISS WOOOOLLEEEEESH!”

She shook her head to focus, kangaroos, they had become just a pack of wild kangaroos and it...

It had been lewd and hot.

Regina bit her lip a little, her hand was reaching up towards her groin.

Women helplessly turning into beasts.

The shower had stopped making noise and the door of the bathroom had opened.

In the doorway stood the intruder that Regina had caught in her aunt’s house, a thin and fit young woman with short black hair, the shower had washed the white tattoos she had had on her dark skin that morning.

The intruder who was no longer an intruder.

Her stoic face looked at the adventuress, she wasn’t even attempting to cover her nakedness, not caring at all about the long stare Regina gave to her petite breasts with their perky nipples and the thick bush between her long legs.

“I’m not made of stone, you know?” chuckled Regina.

The young woman snorted.

“Hmph... I don’t see you pretending modesty.”

She walked in front of the adventuress, looked around and sat her still slightly moist buttocks on the couch in front of the bed.

The two women looked at each other, they hadn’t talked much during all part of the troublesome day that involved the escaping from the police and getting a hotel room.

Silence spread between the two until Regina sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Gonna tell me your name now?” she asked. “I am Regina Wales, daring adventuress and woman of fortune, also Ollie’s niece, as I told you.”

The young woman’s lip twitched, but she gave into the request.

“Merindah...”

“That’s a nice name, Merindah... Merindah the witch... Because you are a witch, aren’t you?”

“You don’t have a clue, do you?”

Regina shook her head.

“I confess, no, it’s my first time seeing people turning into giant marsupials via an orgy, it’s a new one to me. I hope you understand why I’m kinda lost in this whole scheme of my aunt.”

Merindah rolled her eyes.

“Yet you brought those foreign savages with you!”

“That’s not fair.”

“They escaped! They escaped with Ollie’s research and the map! You even know what...!” the woman stopped, frowned, crossed her legs. “OK, where do you want me to start?”

Regina fondled her chin, it was finally time to get some answers, and she was looking at tits while getting them, an absolute win-win.

“Do you know my aunt?”

“I do, she’s a dear friend of mine and my people.”

“Where is she?”

Merindah shrugged.

“That’s not too helpful...” gasped Regina. “Let me guess, she was studying that magic stuff you did to Sauer and her women.”

“It’s not magic.”

“Probably not, but it still looks like it. What is it then?”

“The only thing you need to know is that it’s dangerous and should not end up in the hands of white people, something that may happen because you led those women to your aunt’s home. Who even are those people? What was that tree-trunk of a woman?”

“She’s Ira Spopovich, a mercenary... an old acquaintance.”

“A dangerous acquaintance.”

“Now that you have unleashed her even more.”

“Excuse me? I have unleashed her?”

“You transformed her master into a kangaroo, without a master Ira only knows war and profit, I fear what she may do or where she may be going.”

“I know where she’s going: To the Misty Ponds.”

Regina pulled the towel covering her boob down.

“That’s indeed nice. Can you explain?”

“It’s a sacred area my order has been safeguarding for generations, the source of the metamorphosis powder. There was a map in that folder, Ollie told me, I was trying to destroy it.”

“You couldn’t have told me all of this instead of following us?

Merindah crossed her arms under her perky breasts.

“I didn’t trust you, I still don’t. What about the meek man?”

“Ryo? He’s another of my aunt’s assistants, just like you, but from her academic side. My aunt is a master at having double and triple and multiple lives in general...”

“I don’t trust him either.” said Merindah, ignoring Regina’s last comment.

“What a surprise... You are a native...?”

“Obviously.”

“From...?”

“From nowhere a white woman needs to know.”

“That’s fair.” the adventuress tapped her thighs, blushing a bit. “What about... You know...”

“Just say it.”

“The kangaroos...?”

“The kangaroos are kangaroos if that’s what you are asking. Nobody is above nature, Regina, that Sauer and the others, what I did to them has no known fix. Their minds and memories will remain forever inside their skulls, a just punishment for their evil deeds, but their lives are now the domain of their instincts. They will find their way to the wilds if they are lucky, they will mate and live as what they have become, forever remembering what they once were, forever regretting having come to this land that they are now part of.”

Regina closed her mouth.

“Y-Yeah... that’s what I was asking...”

The door of the room opened, Ryoshi, the young Japanese man, entered pushing a cart with food, he had a band aid on his forehead.

“I brought some food...” the man stopped in his tracks, saw both women sitting naked in front of each other, made a small squeak and covered his face. “My apologies! I should have knocked first...!”

Neither Merindah or Regina made any attempt to cover themselves, Regina chuckled softly.

“Thanks for the dinner Ryo.”

“My pleasure...” mumbled the man still covering his face.

Merindah groaned, annoyed, got up, putting her hands on her waist.

“You are scared of nudity, weak boy?” she asked Ryo. “Or just women?”

“No, it isn’t that...”

“Then look at me!”

Ryoshi raised his eyes defiantly, but he was blushing like a child, the smug smile on Merindah made him frown as he stared at that sweet vision of fit femininity. The woman didn’t care, she leaned forward, showing her boobs, picked up her plate of food and then said: “The erection is my thanks for the dinner.”

She walked back to her seat, sat crossed legged and began to eat with her fingers.

Still very red, Ryoshi snorted with indignation, he pushed the cart near Regina and sat on the bed, but didn’t begin to eat.

“So what’s going on here? Have you got answers? Who’s she?” asked the man, clearly upset.

Regina grabbed her dish as well before answering.

“Merindah, I present to you Ryoshi Menda, Ryoshi - she’s Merindah, another friend of my aunt, just like you, and... I guess some sort of local... hem... shaman guardian? She can turn people into kangaroos.”

“Not just kangaroos, it can be any beast with the right ingredients,” explained Merindah with her mouth full of fish. “The only constant is that the result of the metamorphosis will always be a female beast - will always be female, no matter who the victim is.”

“I’m not sure if that’s worse or better...” said Regina after blinking a couple of times.

Ryoshi began to wonder.

“The last time I spoke with Ollie she told me that her next investigation would revolutionize our understanding of hormones...” he looked at Merindah. “What you did with those pouches, it must be related to that, no?”

Merindah shrugged and continued eating.

“What I do is tradition and what you whites do is destroy.”

That comment took Ryoshi by surprise.

“You think I’m white?”

“You are a foreigner to this land, thinking yourself more civilized because your prudishness makes you ashamed like a kid of showing off your dong, do you think there’s really that much difference between you and the ones that shoot at us?”

“I would say there’s some difference...” mumbled Ryoshi.

Regina pointed at both of them with her fork.

“We can discuss the obvious evils of colonization later, our main priority here is that there is a crazed Russian heavy-weight mercenary woman, who  is going to raid the place that holds that dust,” she looked at Merindah. “Right?”

“That’s correct,” nodded Merindah in agreement..

“What’s our plan then?” asked Ryoshi, finally picking up his food.

“In my opinion the objective is clear: To reach that place before them. Ira is traveling by boat, so if we are to arrive first we should get some wings...” she pointed at Merindah again. “And by that  I don’t mean that you turn us into birds!”

Merindah groaned, upset and confused.

“I wasn’t going to!”

“I hope so...!” chuckled Regina, putting the fork in her mouth.

...

“I’m impressed,” confessed Regina. “I didn’t expect that you would know how to fly.”

“Why?” said Ryoshi. “Because I’m just a meek man?”

The well proportioned aluminium skinned plane crossed the Australian sky, it’s propellers cutting through the clouds with ease. In the cabin Regina watched, amused at how Ryoshi took command of the controls without a doubt or problem.

“You are still nagging yourself about that?” sighed Regina.

“I don’t trust her.”

“Well, she doesn’t trust you either, but this would all be way easier if you two stopped being at each other's throats. You two both like Ollie, don’t you? Use that to find some common ground.”

They had managed to get a plane in Sidney the day after their hotel dinner, being quite a way behind Ira’s expedition and without too much money, acquiring the transport required them to cut down a fence and startle some guard dogs.

“I will try...” mumbled the young man.

“You had better do!” Regina picked up the pair of binoculars hanging from one of the seats and leaned forward to use them to look through the window. “We are heading in the right direction... but I don’t see the damned boat...”

Way down below the plain of red sand was cut in half by the blue line of the river.

“You think we might be too late...?” asked Ryoshi, slightly worried.

“No,” Regina put back the binoculars. “That boat didn’t seem that fast, I’m sure we can catch up with them” the adventuress stretched her arms and gave a small gasp, she had been in the pilot’s seat for the last couple of hours, then she pointed at the compass. “Just keep this girl stable in that direction, don’t lose sight of the river.

“Understood.”

Regina got up from her seat and slid towards the door.

“I’m gonna stretch my legs and see what our witch is doing, if anything happens just call out.”

Ryoshi nodded and Regina left the cabin.

The plane wasn’t too big, the rest of the vehicle was a narrow gangway with a couple seats on either side, given the circumstances none of them complained too much about the lack of space.

Merindah was sitting in one of those seats looking out through one of the small round windows. She was wearing her brown hood once again.

With a deep sigh the young woman put a hand on the window, which caught Regina’s curiosity.

“Scared of heights?” she asked, sitting on one of the seats in front of Merindah, knowing full well that it wasn’t that.

Merindah paused from looking outside to give the adventuress an annoyed glance.

“Are you an idiot?”

Regina stuck her tongue out.

“Just teasing you, come on, life needs some levity. Is this your first time flying?”

It was obvious that Merindah was reconsidering her promist not to transform Regina into a bird, but she just shrugged it off.

“Yes, it’s my first time...”

“The wonders of machinery, uh?”

“It could be a wonder if it didn’t come at such a stiff cost... but...” she took another look out of the window. “It is beautiful.”

Regina cocked her head.

“Terrible things can be beautiful... like...”

Merindah focussed her attention back on the adventuress, leaning back in her seat and stretching her long legs.

“You are thinking about the powder and the metamorphosis, you haven’t stopped thinking about it since we left that dock.”

It was not impossible, but it was quite rare for Regina to blush... and she did blush in front of the young woman.

“Yes...” she said, clearing her throat. “I have...”

“You were also thinking about it while you were masturbating in bed last night?” Merindah smirked. “It’s not healthy to get so little sleep at your age.”

Regina’s blush intensified, she knew what game was being played and she loved it. Smirking back she looked directly into the woman’s eyes.

“Yes,” she might have been redder than the red sand several kilometers below, but her voice was firm and unflickering. “I was absolutely masturbating like a sex crazed whore while thinking of people transforming into beasts. “Were you spying on me from the shadows? Touching yourself as I drilled my fingers into my meaty twat?”

The adventuress thought that would be checkmate, she was wrong.

Merindah grew stiff, her eyelids sank lower, a tint of red in her cheeks, she confessed.

“I was.”

“See, it’s not that... Wait... Oh... What?”

“I was,” repeated the young woman. “I watched every second, touching myself as you rolled around under the sheets.”

Regina blinked several times before saying anything.

“Are you interested? I know I am...”

“You are a remarkable warrior Regina Wales... maybe...”

“I have another question.”

“Ask.”

“How does it feel? How does it feel to... be changed? The kangaroos...” Regina’s vagina gave a small twitch as she talked about the transformed women and what they had been transformed into. “The kangaroos seemed to enjoy it... despite the bodily horror...”

Merindah diverted her attention back out of the window, she shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know - I’m still human... but transforming people seem to raise complaints more about the victims fate rather than how it feels for them... because how it feels seems to be... rather good...”

“It’s a shame the cost is so high...”

“Would you want me to transform you once this is all over? Throw away your womanly form and pretension of being a legendary rogue to be reduced to a creature of the wild.”

The adventuress was once again disarmed by Merindah’s tongue, her eyes opened wide, she knew that there was a clear answer to that question, a resounding one... but...

“What would you transform me into...?”

Merindah was clearly enjoying herself.

“Hmm... How about... a cute chubby ko-!”

They were interrupted when the entire plane shook, from an explosion outside.

Regina moved quickly to the other side of the plane, the two women took a look at the plane’s wing, the propeller was covered in smoke, bullets were being fired at them from below.

“Fuck! Wait here!” shouted Regina already running towards the cabin.

Ryoshi was struggling with the controls as best as he could, but it was a futile attempt.

“Miss Reggie!” the man grunted.

“Move over!”

Ryo got up.

The adventuress acted quickly, breaking one of the arms of the seat off she stuck it through the middle of the steering wheel, locking up the controls.

“That will give us some time...!” she gasped.

Bullets were still being fired at them, Regina was expecting that Ira would have seen them arrive, but she wasn’t expecting her to have anti-aircraft artillery.

It was all too easy to imagine the muscular Russian woman shooting at them from the deck of her steamboat whilst laughing like a maniac.

“Maybe I’m getting too old for this...” sighed Regina.

A louder explosion, Merindah’s shout, from the cabin they could see that wing’s propeller being engulfed by the flames perfectly.

“Not many options left...” Ryoshi gave her one of the parachutes he had picked up from a locker at the back of the cabin.

“No, not many indeed,” Regina grabbed the heavy backpack. “I’ll get the girl, you get the luggage.”

The two left the cabin and reunited with Merindah at the back of the plane. Everything was starting to tilt to the side, a thin layer of smoke on the ceiling.

Ryoshi walked directly to the back door, Regina put a hand on Merindah’s shoulder, to catch her attention.

“We have to jump!” she told the young woman.

Merindah didn’t seem to like that.

“What?!”

“Have you ever used a parachute?”

“OF COURSE NOT!”

“That was my guess...” said Regina while strapping the parachute on her back. “Okay, it’s fine, no worries, I will carry you down.”

The propeller finally stopped, the plane’s nose began to tilt forward.

“There’s no time!” yelled Ryo.

“Jump already! We will follow!”

Regina grabbed Merindah firmly, Ryo opened the door, a wild wind shook all three of them. Ryoshi gave the women a last look, then nodded and jumped from the plane.

Regina began to lead Merindah towards the exit.

They reached the door frame, wind kept blowing their hair, the ground was still so far away. The women saw the fabric of Ryoshi’s parachute slowly descending, the artillery from the boat was focused on the plane.

“This is crazy!” yelled Merindah over the noise of the quickly failing vehicle.

“Would you prefer to die in the crash?”

“NO!”

“Then hold on to me like your life depends on it … because your life depends on it!”

Hugging Merindah with one arm Regina just let gravity drag them out of the plane. Merindah yelled at the top of her lungs, hugging Regina with arms and legs with her eyes shut.

Their bodies pressed one against the other during the freefall.

Regina grabbed the parachute release and pulled, a soft tug slowed the fall. Then they began to descend slower.

Merindah stopped yelling, but she still had tears in her eyes when she finally opened them.

She saw her lands as she had never seen them before, from the roof of the skies without the barrier of machinery in the way. The vast horizon, a clear blue, the red and green of the sand extending in all directions.

“Not so bad, uh?” chuckled Regina.

The young woman nodded, leaning closer to the adventuress.

“It’s beautiful...”

A shot, a ripping sound.

Regina looked up, a bullet had ripped the cloth, it was about to break.

“FUCK! HOLD ON!”

Merindah had to close her eyes again.

The ground was still remarkably far away when the parachute tore.

They began to spin, Merindah yelling.

Just like yesterday, when they had to jump from a window, Regina firmly held her companion’s thin body, making sure that she would land first no matter what. 

Her back hit branches... then the ground... then came the darkness...

...

The darkness of a dream veiled by mist.

Womanly shapes, naked, moving sensually, part of the fog... as they touched themselves... as they changed...

Regina grunted... opened her eyes...

She was lying on her back under a blanket, inside a tent, outside she saw a campfire. It was dark, early evening.

The adventuress was going to get up, but Merindah stopped her.

Merindah was kneeling by her side.

Totally naked.

“Careful, old woman...” mumbled Merindah.

“I’m not that old. What happened? How long have I been asleep?”

“We landed, you crashed. I had to drag you to safety, we made a camp, explored the zone, Ryo is on guard. The river is nearby, the steamboat stopped a mile to the north.”

“They must be looking for us.”

“They did come looking for us, but they seem to have stopped.”

“Maybe we aren’t worth considering a menace anymore...”

Merindah  shrugged and began to open Regina’s shirt.

“That will be their downfall... and ours...”

“Probably...?”

Regina’s shirt was opened, her bra slid down,fingers began to fondle one of her plump nipples. She was still half-asleep, but awake enough to know she wasn’t dreaming.

“What are you doing?” she asked when Merindah  began to open her pants.

Merindah didn’t seem to care as she continued stripping the woman.

“Why did you take the hit for me again?” she asked. “Why did you put my body before yours?”

Regina gasped softly as Merindah’s fingers slid into her pubes.

“Because it was the right thing to do?” she answered.

Merindah moved on top of her, Regina’s shirt open, her bra around her belly, her pants and panties slid down to her knees. It would be hard to move even without the weight of the young woman on top of her.

“Just because it was the right thing... That’s sad...”

“I mean... there’s other reasons...” the adventuress looked up at the petite breasts with their dark hard nipples above her. “You think this is the best moment for this?

“There’s never a best moment because any moment could be the last.”

Merindah grabbed Regina’s arms, holding her down. Regina didn’t try to fight it, Merindah slid a leg in-between hers, leaned in closer and closer.

Their lips met, a long kiss with the crackling of the fire in the background.

Tips of nipples touched, skin rubbed.

Regina was totally controlled by a woman that could easily have been her sub.

It was sorta new for her.

She loved it.

Moans and soft fondling, rolling over the blanket, feeling the ground beneath and the skin on top.

Merindah bit her lower lip and dragged her teeth until she lost her grip.

“You are used to being the one in control...” she said while licking her neck, it wasn’t a question.

“Yes...” babbled Regina incoherently.

The women kept their lusty rush of pleasure going. Merindah dominating, Regina not even attempting to resist.

Regina began to wonder about the kangaroos, about that time under the shower when she did to Ira what this girl was doing to her.

Shouting, moaning, some tears.

Feeling helpless was not so bad.

Merindah twisted three fingers inside Regina’s pussy, Regina almost ripped her pants when her legs stiffened.

The young woman leaned over the mature one, grabbing her dark hair, whispering in her ear.

“Ask for it.”

Regina, perversely helpless, was near her breaking point, but aware enough to understand the implications of what she was being asked for.

And still going along with it...

“Transform me please...!”

An orgasm, one of the most intense Regina had had in her entire life of meandering adventures.

She became a defenseless puddle of shivering flesh inside that tent.

Something that would change her for life.

Merindah rose up, she hadn’t cum, it wasn’t her moment.

Leaning over Regina she kissed the woman’s forehead.

“I was never made to fly, but... Even if it was brief and random, thanks for showing me the skies.”

Regina’s half open eyes looked at her through her orgasmic lust.

“Merindah...“  she whispered.

The young woman nodded.

“Now rest and don’t worry.”

The adventuress fell asleep... but in her lustful  dreams she still worried...

Merindah rose, got dressed and after covering the mostly naked Regina with a blanket left the tent.

Ryoshi was waiting for her outside, he was sitting on a rock near the campfire while holding one of Regina’s weapons..

“What was all that... rumble...?” he asked.

“Fucking.”

“You are so indecent...”

“Or maybe you are just envious.”

Under Ryo’s gaze the woman grabbed her belt of pouches and began to prepare a concoction.

Ryoshi frowned.

“Do you really think I’m white?”

Merindah shook her head and continued working.

“Is that really a relevant question just now?

“Answer it.”

“It doesn’t make any difference in these circumstances.”

“I’m half-Chinese, in my own country that can make a person lower than a dog.”

“You think you know how I feel?”

“No,” Ryo shook his head. “I could only know that if you told me, but I can imagine it. What do you think of Ollie?”

“She came here looking for fame and fortune, as do all foreigners, but instead found answers.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that she’s now part of this land...”

A silence surrounded the crackling fire, there was only one question on Ryoshi’s mind.

“By her own choice?”

Merindah and Ryoshi looked directly at one another.

“Yes,” said the woman without flinching.

Ryo sighed, rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then I guess I will have to help you in your suicide mission... If you can find any use for a meek man.”

Merindah chuckled.

“You are more than what the eye shows, Ryoshi Menda, I am quite sure of that now. Regina needs rest and that Ira woman is about to reach the ponds, we have to finish this tonight,” she said, getting up and tying the belt around her waist. “We are going to the river.”

...

When Regina woke the campfire was almost cold, but it was still the dead of night.

“Guys...?” she grunted to no response.

She got up, dressed and left the tent, outside she didn’t find any sign of her companions.

The adventuress was already worrying even before she started looking around and when she found the two pairs of footsteps in the sand going north...

“Those damn fools!”

Regina shook her head, stiffened her back, it still hurt, but she would just have to deal with it... before it was too late...

She grabbed her gun and at a quick pace began to follow the tracks, the moon wasn’t totally full so the endeavour took her much more time that she would have desired.

A couple of times she lost the track and had to waste several minutes finding it again in the dark.

Infinite stars shone over her head, her muscles hurt, but she put all of her will into the pursuit.

Maybe it was her struggle with the pain and the sweat, but the sand looked particularly red under the dwindling light of the moon.

Otherworldly.

Gasping and grunting, Regina reached the river and after another half mile she began to hear echoing shouts and shots.

A fight.

“Come on Reggie, you can do this!”

The adventuress took a deep breath, hit her side with the butt of the gun a couple of times and began to run.

As she approached her objective the sound of the fighting became clear, she was even able to distinguish Ira cursing in Russian.

She was almost there.

After climbing one last hill, down the slope she saw the steamboat, it’s engine was starting, along the shore Ira’s mercenaries had built a camp that now lay in ruins.

Fire, smoke and screams covered the area.

Regina frowned, held her trusty gun and began to slide down the hill.

The adventuress wanted to reach the shore, the boat, and for that she had to cross that small smoking tent village.

After reaching the bottom of the hill she took cover behind some boxes, instantly being surrounded by the noise of chaos.

Firing, shouts, people running.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something moving, and looked down at her side. There was a shirt on the floor, something shook inside, quick as a shadow a small critter ran away from the clothes, becoming lost in the dark.

Regina didn’t need any help to figure out what was causing the chaos.

Ripping the sleeve off her shirt she tied the rag across her mouth and sneaked into the chaotic camp.

Rolling and sliding from shadow to shadow she saw the mercenary women running away, crying... stripping... masturbating...

She passed nearby several orgies that were punctuated by fur, scales and feathers.

At one point she had to cross through one of the still standing tents, as soon as she sneaked inside a body fell into her arms.

It was a large woman with an ample bust and rear, she wasn’t wearing pants, her shirt was open, bra and tits hanging out. She was brunette and was losing most of her hair.

In her face small reptilian eyes looked directly at Regina.

“Helpzzz! HELPPPZZZZZ!”

As the poor creature begged for help her neck stretched at the same time as a tail grew between her shrinking legs. Her tongue split in two, her fangs absurdly long when her mouth opened in an inhuman way.

Regina’s fingers felt the changing skin, how it turned into scales, how the taut muscles stretched.

“I’m jussssssssst a cookzzzzzzzzzz...!” whistled the thing in her hands.

Regina let her drop to the ground and kept moving towards the other side of the tent, looking back before leaving at that wiggling mess.

That long, long body.

Sorta near the bottom of the tail the scale covered vagina was opening up, something starting to slide out with the help of the very lubricated fleshy walls.

“No znek! Nuh zneeek!”

The adventuress left that tent and that creature behind.

She was almost into the shadows under the boat, the shore was near.

“I’m almost there...” she grunted with her teeth clenched.

This time she took cover behind a barrel and peaked out to check the situation.

She didn’t at all like what she saw.

Painted in the orange glow of cinders and the blackest of darkness, on the ship’s gangway a semi-unconscious Ryoshi was being dragged along by two soldiers. But it was too late to do anything to help him at that point.

Ira, long revolver in hand, was holding Merindah in place, Merindah was hiding behind a rock, spinning one of her pouches with a rope, getting ready to throw the devilish transformative concoction it contained.

A dust that would surely put a lewd end to someone’s humanity.

“Show your head, crafty duck!” laughed Ira. “You want to add me to your traveling menagerie of freaks, don’t you? Let’s finish this cowboy duel!”

For an instant Merindah and Regina’s eyes met, both were equally shocked and surprised... until Merindah frowned.

“My land will be your doom!” she shouted.

“Give it to me!” yelled Ira in reply.

Regina knew she should stop, that gut feeling of hers that never failed.

But she didn’t move.

Not because of her sore muscles or because she was paralyzed by terror.

She didn’t move because her twat was chewing her panties with the desire to see a woman transform.

Merindah pulled her arm back, ready to throw.

Ira pointed with her gun, but didn’t shoot.

“Stop...” mumbled Regina so softly that nobody heard it.

The young woman rose up, her arm on top of her head, the pouch stopped touching her skin... and it met the bullet mid air...

Lead pierced the leather, instantly killing it’s trajectory and making the cloud of powder explode, quickly surrounding a defenseless and surprised Merindah.

This one had a slightly greenish tint.

It was too late to do anything for her.

Merindah coughed and gasped, the powder covering her skin, her life.

Knowing she couldn’t escape she stood inhaling the mist.

Regina left her cover, barely hanging onto her gun, she took a couple of steps.

“STAY THERE! DON’T GET ANY NEARer!” screamed Merindah, while her breathing accelerated with her heartbeat.

The adventuress stopped, looking at her.

From the top of the boat Ira kicked away the gangway, it splashed into the water, from the boat Ira watched the scene with a wide smile.

Merindah barely managed to stand up as her body engulfed the mist.

Every inch, every pore, every single corner of herself shaking in a building pleasure.

She had made the dose herself, a particularly powerful mixture.

Powerful... and humiliating...

“Aaaaaanghhhhhh...”

The woman pulled down her clothes, her cloak dropped to the sand, she pulled down her bra, her pants, her belt.

Naked she stood.

Her dark nipples were stiff peaks, her skin shone with sweat, her hairy vagina leaking between her legs.

“Reeeeeeginaaaaaaaaaaaa...” she shouted.

Regina heartbeats hurt in guilt and quickened in expectation, beneath her shirt her nipples were as hard as Merindah’s.

Nude and horny the soon-to-change woman squatted down in a very degrading posture, biting her lips, clenching her eyes.

The crafty rogue, the mystic defender, the stoic and proud warrior, the traits that had defined her for most of her life squashed down by an unstoppable lust.  So many things she truly understood now, things that she had been though, but that you have to feel to really grasp.

So many things, she knew, she was... and they were all going to go away...

“My... Butt-hole...!” she grunted in despair.

Whilst remaining in a squat she leaned slightly forward and with both hands grabbed her perky buttocks, scratching the skin with her nails, and spread them as much as she could whilst moaning with lust.

In silent horrified amazement both Ira and Regina saw her skinny rear, her vagina and on top her anus.

Her spine was very visible... and the anal opening... it was pouring, swelling, vibrating...

Opening...

“GAAAAA! GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Merindah's belly began to inflate, her organs twisted, growling, she pushed, she sobbed, she held her breath...

The egg began to slide out of her ass...

She moaned and moaned and with a silly plucking sound it came out and plopped onto the sand. Slimy and white.

The poor struggling woman fell on her knees, crying, thick dark hairs, or something that seemed like hairs, were sprouting around her shoulder blades as her whole back shook from the waves of changes.

Merindah’s cheeks swelled, she gasped, snot and tears.

A web began to grow between all her fingers and all her toes.

“Reeeeegina...” she cried. “Regina... am scared...!”

The loud cracking of bones, her body fluctuating with each crack, muscles stretching and also shortening. Between her arms her chest started to barrel out, her not too impressive breasts flattened over the expanded chest.

She kept crying impotently while her limbs began to shorten, claws now on the tips of the elongated fingers and toes of her webbed hands and feet.

Her pussy lips spread as she laid another egg onto the sand.

Her back quickly became covered in that coat of short dark hairs.

In her exposed rear her anus and vagina began to move and twist, forced by the transformation to meet and become a single hole.

On top of that reshaped flat rear an equally flat and much wider tail began to emerge and flap, slapping her shortening legs. It looked like a beaver’s, but not exactly.

Regina, despite still wearing a rag over it, covered her mouth with both hands... perhaps to restrain her masturbatory urges...

Merindah was becoming smaller by the minute, compressed and shrunk in that wave of beastly lust and bodily mutation. Barreled and deformed, losing all of her body hair.

The adventuress dropped on her knees near to her.

“What are you...” she asked, looking into the shrinking dark eyes.

The transforming woman made a honking sound and looked up at her from her moist struggle.

“Platypushhhh...” she gurgled before the changes began to deform her face.

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times until she had to leave it open. Her gums, darkening like almost all the rest of her body, were stretched in a quietly horrific and absurd way. The nose, shortened into nostrils on top of that, was stretched along with her gums , into a flat beak.

A duck like beak, but not exactly, dark and wide.

Merindah honked a couple of times with that thing that was now her mouth.

Her neck cracked loudly and lined up with her barreled body, she collapsed and her belly slapped the sand.

So small, on each side of the almost limbless body her small webbed feet and hands flapped around.

Regina didn’t knew what to say, so she said the most dumb thing that came to her mind.

“Merindah... I’m... sorry...” sobbed the adventuress as that tiny, silly looking creature in front of her lay on her side and laid one last egg.

The chubby creature, losing the last gasp of humanity, gurgled out her last words.

“Dun worre... am at home...” as all of her was lost.

It ended.

Speechless and sitting on her knees Regina just observed how that mix between a water rat and a fat duck got her belly down and began to drag herself across the sand, leaving her clothes, eggs and previous life behind.

Merindah was, for the most part, still inside that creature, trapped forever in that humble form, but the woman she once was seemed fine with it.

Hauntingly fine.

Regina’s mouth remained half open, she had made love to that body just a couple of hours ago... when it was thin, slim and fit... and now the person she was starting to like was gone and the animal she had become slid to the river shore and was lost under the water...

The boat was slowly moving away once more.

“Hope you enjoyed the spectacle, Regina!” shouted boastful Ira from the boat’s deck, she had her tits out for some reason. “This time it was my treat, but that’s it, don’t you ever dare cross paths with me again or I will finish you!”

And with that she left the scene, floating up the river.

Still in shock the adventuress remained on the red sand, numb, dizzy, wet and horny, not knowing what to do.

Something she had never been confronted by in her life.

There on the red sand, as the sun began to rise, in that smoky camp full of empty piles of clothes that had once held women but from which only beasts remained.